A Memorial Over an Urn
Here lies the Forum Poet; ne’er to rot
His words live on, although his body’s ashed.
And never will his poems be forgot.
As long as Google lives, his posts are cached.
A Memorial Over a Folgers Can
The Forum Critic flopped; here lies the man.
We barely fit his ashes in this can.
His bulk is gone; his spirit’s not departed.
It lives on in the flame wars he has started.
A Memorial Over a Mayonnaise Jar
Here lies the Lurker, never to log in.
He did no goodly deed, nor did he sin.
He came, he saw, did nothing. All the same,
The rock is blank. He had no username.
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A Memorial Over an Urn
Here lies the Forum Poet, ne’er to rot.
His words live on, although his body’s ashes.
And never will his poems be forgot.
His post remain, unless the server crashes.
A Memorial Over a Mayonnaise Jar
"Here lies the Lurker, never to log in.
He did no goodly deed, nor did he sin.
He came, he saw, did nothing, kinda lame."
The rest is blank. He had no username.
[This message has been edited by Eric Hendrixson (edited June 09, 2007).]
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